Forty Years Too Late
This conversation happened yesterday morning. L&M: What’s that mark on your face? It’s sort of white.Me: (Imagining something white as …
This conversation happened yesterday morning. L&M: What’s that mark on your face? It’s sort of white.Me: (Imagining something white as …
It will be three years next month since she left us. And about the same time since I last wrote …
I have a new friend. She lives in the floor below mine. I have known for quite a while that …
It’s been an year since she left, my Luci. One year and two days to be precise. It seems so …
There are four of them. They spend the day sleeping in the shade in the private lane in front of …
...................... weaving words through dreams
Finding My Way Home
Politics, things that make you think, and recreational breaks
The blog of Sandy J. White
"How quickly comes the sun when first it sets its mind to rise." - - j. s. v.
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The Pursuit of Writing
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“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” - Ernest Hemingway
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